I’m so hungry
I’m so tired
I stay awake and starve myself,
punishment for days of being a glutton.
I choose sleep for dinner,
a kitchen full of food in the next room,
because I have no idea what to do.
I come here everyday.
I get the same thing every time.
I write a new poem,
about the same old depression
I cling to
for reasons I’m not sure of.
Can I continue to justify my actions?
Citing resentment that I wish to let go of,
Anger I don’t hold anymore.
A frame of reference
in the process of being dismantled.
Running in circles,
So upset at my inability
to catch my own tail.
So tired, I want to give up
So desperate, I’m willing to try hope again
So hopeful, I’m willing to try
So stuck, I know I’m going to fail
But I know who He is.
Be still, and let him be God.